Ranni The Witch Wallpaper Novels & Stories

“I can hear mice in the walls.” “Not mice,” she said. “Or, most likely not mice.” A skeleton shedding strips of grey skin scurried over the floor causing Tyler to shriek and jump up onto the couch. It ran between Aislen and Talen and disappeared under the fridge. “Maybe mice,” she amended. “Not fresh ones,” Talen observed. “Witches?” “Witches,” she agreed hurrying to pour the salt along the windowsill. “They’re in the walls so I’m not sure how much good this will do, but we’ll give it a shot.”

blood more than wax, and a mortar with some ashes in the bottom—the remnants of Lauren’s hair, he thought. Something personal to allow her into Lauren’s dreams. “What is that?” Lauren said in a little voice from the doorway. He felt immediately better for her presence, as if she somehow lessened the evil that had seeped into the wood and brick. Someday he’d tell her that, just to see the bewildered disbelief in her eyes; he was beginning to know her well enough to predict her reaction. It gave him some satisfaction. He followed her gaze to the eviscerated and skinned body laid out in front of the fireplace. “Raccoon, I think. At least that’s what it smells like.” It also smelled of pain and

Ilyra explained, her voice gentle but firm as she held the old woman’s hand. "The Nexus? You're both fools if you think you can just walk into the center of the marsh and take what you want, because the path is guarded by the Drowned Witches now," Hestia said, and she looked up at me with a grim, knowing smile that chilled me to the marrow. "They are the spirits of the women your pack threw into the black pools during the raids, and they’ve spent the last twenty years waiting for a Rauvenhollow wolf to come back so they can pull him down into the silt and keep him there forever."

But inside Ronan’s private residence,the world had slowed down. The fire in the hearth roared, casting a warm, amber glow over the heavy oak furniture and the fur rugs. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling as I stared at the violet stains tracing the silver veins in my palms. The contact with Dominic had left a mark—a reminder that the dark magic of the Witch was now part of my story.

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Marius scanned through the woods, he couldn't see Justin anymore, he knew that he must have fled. Janeka and Earnestine sprang up after they opened their eyes, they managed to walk back into the castle because of their blurred vision which became better as they trudged. Janeka said a spell and when they got closer to the entrance and the door blasted open, they could see the hideous creature striding down the hall, it was almost taking a turn to the great hall where the women, men, and children took refuge. After killing the guards on their duty post, the crow banged on the door thrice, but it didn't budge, it shrieked before pulling his hands back and slamming it on the door which blast ope

Seeing me he began to take large strides towards me and my eyes fell on the window of the room. I ran towards the window to jump out of it again but this time he was quick to catch my wrist. He twisted my wrist and turning me around, he pinned me to the wall and his voice was too dangerous, he was way too angry "Woman, you have some nerve trying to run away from me."

Diva’s hand curled tighter around the hilt of her dagger, though she wasn’t sure what good steel would do against whatever lived here. “You sure about this?” she asked Derek. He didn’t answer at first. His gaze was fixed on the door, where a symbol carved in ancient language pulsed faintly with light. Then he nodded. “She’s the only one who might know how Ronan did it.” They stepped through the creaking doorway into a room lit only by flickering blue candles and the glow of a fire that burned black instead of red. Strange jars lined the walls, filled with eyes, feathers, and other things best not named. And in the center of the room, seated on a chair made from antlers and vines, was the wit

Sitting down behind his desk Daniel clasps his hands together and eyed me. "Tell me who burned Raija's cottage to the ground," he said. Gritting my teeth I huffed. "It wasn't the twin Alphas. You know as well as I that our wolves won't destroy our pack lands. It had to be those witches. They had been there that night before we left and put black rune marks on her porch and a crystal mobile that confused my wolf. Then later they tried taking her from me when we were headed to my cave home," I explained. Nodding Daniel grinned at me.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.